Boat Junk

This is how I got here singing to you

Every evening we'd lose our clothes like a couple of teenage ghosts

In the glow of some shitty late-night talk show

Crossing over before curfew

We knew no one hangs around old haunts

For good

You know, better or not

We gambled a lot. this time we're caught

We sold out to settle up

And if your parents only knew what you and I were getting ourselves into

Out on the weekend

They'd have really given it to you

Years later, I saw you again, at the services for our lost friend

You sang, "You are! you are my brother."

And I'll remember yours more than the others

2012 was such a bummer

I drug my feet the entire summer

But I dug in and I recovered

One day you'll float down the James with some junk from all the boats you sank that May

Singing my favorite verse from "Saint Swithin's Day:

You know, "The times that we all hoped would last, like a train they have gone by so fast"

You went too fast

And we moved too slow

Now we'll never know